Abandoning the previously written copy and using Xiao Xingyu's photo as a gimmick was an impromptu decision made by Zhang Moyan.

Having spent most of the day here, it was difficult for her to accept the fact that all her efforts had been wasted.

She herself has no ability to appreciate handsome guys, but she believes in Jin Xueyang and her own photography skills, so she took a gamble.

"Hmph! Just wait," the collector finally recovered from the shock. He gritted his teeth and snarled at Xiao Xingyu, unwilling to accept his fate. "I'm going to find the best international experts and the most authoritative institutions! Prove that my Lotus Wash is indeed secret color porcelain! I'll sue you then. I'll definitely take you to court!"

"Okay," Xiao Xingyu raised the corner of his mouth, "I'll wait for you."

The collector was choking and shaking all over. He glared at Xiao Xingyu fiercely, turned around and walked away.

The general manager of the auction house ran after him as soon as he saw him.

Xiao Xingyu also wanted to leave, but as soon as he moved, the people around him swarmed over, pushing and shoving him, making it impossible for him to escape.

"Teacher Xiao, I admire you so much. Can you please sign an autograph for me?" someone shouted.

"Teacher Xiao, I admire you so much. I don't have a notebook, so just sign on my clothes!" someone shouted.

Someone else said: "Teacher Xiao, please help me to check the porcelain I just bought. I am worried about it!"

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The venue instantly turned into an unorganized, undisciplined and chaotic star-chasing scene.

A dozen security guards rushed over to maintain order. They initially offered polite advice, but within ten seconds, they were rudely scolded: "What's wrong with you, lady? Your husband is still here, and you don't even notice the impact!"

"What do you care? You stinky security guard, get out of my way. I want to take pictures of handsome guys!"

The scene became even more chaotic.

Nearby, Jin Xueyang took Zhang Moyan's phone and said, "The Culture Group's Shura Blade lives up to his reputation! He never forgot his mission and shouldered his responsibilities at the critical moment. He remained calm and was able to come up with this response plan. He's truly outstanding."

Zhang Moyan had been numb to this superficial, devoid of sincerity for so many years. She lifted the empty equipment bag from her feet onto the table and said calmly, "I'm just trying to trick him."

"Be humble and don't get proud when you are praised. How come you have so many shining points that I can learn from?" Jin Xueyang boasted while glancing at her phone.

"This camera's simultaneous interpretation function is really good. The pictures are great. Two more... Wow, you took so many pictures without anyone noticing. Good job, Comrade Xiao Zhang." Jin Xueyang raised his head and narrowed his eyes at Zhang Moyan. "Are you still saying, 'Don't all handsome guys look like this?'"

Zhang Moyan snapped the camera lens cap in place with a click and raised her eyelids towards him. "You're overthinking it," she paused, thought for a moment, and then changed her words. "This person is a little different."

Jin Xueyang came forward excitedly: "What's the difference?"

Zhang Moyan glanced at Xiao Xingyu, who was surrounded by a crowd of people, and said, "Too arrogant."

Jin Xueyang snorted, "Is it so hard to admit my aesthetic taste? Who would believe me if I didn't appreciate the photos I took of myself?"

Zhang Moyan put the SLR camera into a protective case and said, "Since he has positive values, I took a few more pictures."

"Okay, since you're too shy, I won't tell you the truth." Jin Xueyang seemed to let her off the hook: "Hey, I'll give you my phone back!"

He handed the phone to Zhang Moyan.

Zhang Moyan took the phone, glanced at it, and almost vomited blood.

"18 photos!!! Jin Xueyang, this is our official Weibo account!!"

She was about to delete it when a voice rang out beside her.

"Send it, seize the opportunity." The two of them then noticed that Mr. Liu was still around.

Jin Xueyang was feeling proud of having someone to back him up. Zhang Moyan guessed that Mr. Liu was considering that the media outside the venue had also photographed Xiao Xingyu, and would also make a fuss about this aspect.

The most valuable things about news are its subject matter and timeliness. Whoever publishes it first is crucial to grabbing traffic, so she followed the order without thinking too much.

She hovered her finger above the screen for 2 seconds and then pressed the "Send" button.

As soon as Xiao Xingyu’s photo set appeared, a new report was immediately added to the official Weibo account of “First News”.

Zhang Moyan finally felt that she had completed her work for the day. She put her phone in her pocket and looked up, just in time to see Xiao Xingyu glancing in their direction in the crowd.

A glance for a thousandth of a second, or no glance at all.

Zhang Moyan's heart suddenly skipped a beat, and he suddenly felt guilty for being a shameless traitor who betrayed revolutionaries.

She looked away, her hands constantly folding up the legs of the tripod, then merging them together and putting them into the storage bag. The flurry of activity washed away her guilty conscience.

Suddenly, someone pulled her clothes. She turned around and saw Jin Xueyang rummaging in her coat pocket.

"What?" She stared at him suspiciously.

Jin Xueyang smiled thick-skinnedly, took the small notebook from her pocket, and randomly flipped to a blank page: "Borrow it, I didn't bring any paper today. No one is around now, so I'll go ask Master Xiao for an autograph!"

Is this deification?

The security had already driven everyone back to their seats, and only a few troublesome middle-aged men and women were left with Xiao Xingyu.

Jin Xueyang rummaged through his bag again and finally found a pen. He couldn't wait to go.

Zhang Moyan shook her head speechlessly and turned back to packing. She felt that Jin Xueyang was hopeless, but at the same time, she also found his behavior quite amusing.

After putting the equipment away one by one, Zhang Moyan zipped up the big bag. Suddenly, Jin Xueyang stepped back and bumped into her.

"Be careful..." Before Zhang Moyan could finish her words, Jin Xueyang grabbed her wrist. Zhang Moyan sensed something was wrong: "What's wrong?"

"Over there!" Jin Xueyang lowered his voice and glanced to the right front of them.

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